Stupid lyrics

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
OK, let me talk about money, let me talk about right,
Hammer c*ck back cause these n*ggas be fronting
Like trash I be dumping, n*ggas talking reckless on the record when I see them
And it ain't about nothing.
East side coming, west opponent, I walk down on your girl, make her want it
Make her suck di*k till she vomit
Man, I promise I'm a shoot off in her mouth like a condom
n*ggas don't want it, murder my opponents
Hoe b*tch sh*t I never with the Donnie
I'm living for my life I live it for the moment
Pop one, pop 2, now a n*gga straight zoning
Walking up the block with my hand on the heater
Other hand gripping on a bad senorita
They say the flow cold, I say I got a fever
Treat the beat like a bad b*tch, I'm a beat it
Pop it and leave it, left hook, right hook, jab I defeat it,
Wall my cometa, don't f*ck with stank hoes, only f*ck beavers
Black or the red bones, I don't f*ck sneezers
n*ggas talk stupid, I'm a mute and delete them
Mutilate a n*gga then I move out the reason
Half black half Puertorican, long hair, don't care, fresher than a deacon

[Chorus: Flow]
I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham
I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham
[Verse 2: Flow]
Machiaveli, illuminati, I'm high as f*ck,
Who can find me, my weed strong, do Pilates
Do a drive by, up in 2 Bugatti
I ain't tripping, no roots behind me, f*ck around, you can lose your mind, me
All my n*ggas got iPhones, if I can't find you, I'm using Siri, bow
Just got a truly from Gudda, I'm so raw, I should really use a rubber
Kill you, they find you, banana up your ass, so 40 motherf*cker
Gudda, what they gonn do with a n*gga, I'm a f*ck around and kill 2 of these n*ggas.
L.A. clippers, like Blake Griffin, I'm throw a bomb, let it boom on them n*ggas
Light the blunt, hit the kush, dumb ass hoes get beat with books
Run up, kill your part, and your b*tch ass didn't even look
I'm Young Money, come rob me, got a rear flag like YG
Run upon me, 2 letters pow, ow, I.V.
I'm a smoke this whole 7 then go skateboard at Erin
b*tch I'm harder than the devil my name should be Devin.
Loyalty amongst thieves, L.A.T
And don't blame me, I got these zam balls from Derrick.

[Chorus: Flow]
I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham
I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham
I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham
I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham.